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A perfect morning spills into a perfect afternoon.
We run around the waves until we're frozen solid, then we rush to our towels, get dry, run back up the hill.
Get to the house out of breath.
Find the place empty.
Zack is off doing God knows what.
Mercy is writing at a nearby cafe.
She'll be out until dinner.
Which means this place is—
"Come here." Hero's hands go to my hips. He unravels the towel wrapped around my waist.
Thank God this place is covered in carpet. I don't have the balance for hardwood today.
He's here.
Right now, he's mine.
If I tell him... I don't know.
But right now, this moment?
He's mine and I need every ounce of that.
He wraps one arm around my waist. The other around my chest.
In one swift motion, he pins me to the wall.
Fuck, he's so close.
And he feels so good.
I press my lips to his bare chest. Suck the taste of salt from his skin.
A groan falls off his lips.
I rise to my tiptoes.
Press my lips to his.
His tongue dances with mine. It's hungry. Aggressive.
He's claiming my mouth.
Claiming all of me.
I kiss him back as hard as I can.
But it's not enough.
I need more.
I need all of him.
Hero drags his fingertips up my torso, from my hip bones to my chest, over my plain white bikini, all the way to my collarbones, then back again.
And again.
And again.
It's feather light.
It's bliss.
It's torture.
I sling my leg around his hip.
He grabs onto my thighs. In one swift motion, he lifts me and pins me to the wall.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on for dear life.
But it's not necessary.
He's got me.
I sink into him, my lips against his lips, my thighs around his waist, my nails against his back.
His kiss is sure. Deep. Commanding.
His feelings pour into me.
They're as clear as day.
He wants this. Wants me. Wants us.
But there can only be an us if I tell him.
And I...
I can't think about that now.
I have to hold onto this moment. Onto all the Hero I can get.
I dig my hands into his hair.
He pins me to the wall. Tugs the knot holding up my bikini top.
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BROKEN (Herophine Fanfic)
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